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I’m flushed again, my clit still throbbing from Jasper’s earlier attention, and I want him to fuck me now. I want to feel his cock inside me and discover what he looks like when he comes.
But Jasper closes his arms around me and swims toward the shallow end of the pool.
“I’ll give you what you need, Arielle,” he says as if he can read my thoughts. “But I need to feed you first. And you have to drink something, or you’ll get dehydrated in the water.”
The pool house comes back in focus, and I remember where we are. I lift my gaze toward the glass roof. The sky has been completely obscured by the blanket of snow. A look through the walls tells me it’s still snowing hard, but in here, we’re wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, safe from the elements.
I grin at Jasper. “All right. Show me what you’ve got.”
CHAPTER6
JASPER
I’ll never be able to let her go.
The thought pounds in my mind, insistent as a drumbeat, and I have to force myself to uncoil my tentacle from around Arielle’s waist so she can drink the water I set out for her. I watch her greedily as she picks up a finger sandwich with feta cheese and black olive tapenade and munches on it, then licks her fingers clean.
I set out the snack by the pool before she arrived, thinking we might get in the water, then chat a little. In truth, I hadn’t held out much hope of getting lucky tonight, despite Bone-R’s extensive intake questionnaire. But Arielle exceeded every expectation I had, and how beautifully.
The sight of her coming apart in my arms changed something inside me. A part of me locked into place, like the final puzzle piece finally fitting in its spot. And I knew that my heat, the way my body has revved up to fuck her, is no coincidence.
She’s the only one for me. If I was a better man—a better monster—I’d let her go while she’s still soft and pink from her orgasm, satisfied and happy. I could bring her to another climax just like this, with my tentacle screwing into her, then send her on her way. She’d get her ride on the wild side, two spectacular orgasms, and a story to tell her friends over glasses of wine after the holidays.
That’s what I should do. If she remains here, if I get any more obsessed with her, I won’t be able to detach myself from her. I’ll fuck her and convince her to stop her birth control, then I’ll fuck her again and again until my seed takes root in her and she’s round with my baby.
It’s uncivilized to want this. To want to breed this woman I only met tonight. But all my instincts are roaring at me to lock her down, to hold her and never let her go.
So I keep my tentacle lodged deep in her pussy, so she’ll stay soft and stretched for my cock. I pass her another sandwich and snag one for myself so she doesn’t feel weird eating on her own. But I don’t need food right now—I only need her.
A hint of remorse surfaces in me at the thought that Arielle’s ordinary human life might be over now. If I keep her here, she might grow resentful of me. She might even start to hate me. Yet I could no more let go of her than I could chop off one of my limbs.
She swallows the last bite of her sandwich and looks up at me. She seems to notice something is wrong, because a small furrow appears between her dark eyebrows.
“You know, I didn’t expect any of this.” She motions toward the food platter and the dish piled with mini eclairs I purchased at the witch bakery downtown. “I think you’re still somehow worried I’m unhappy in this situation, but I can assure you, this is the best date ever.”
I brush back her hair and linger with my palm at her cheek. “You should always expect the best for yourself.”
Arielle flushes pink, then squirms, her hips rocking in the water. “You say nice things like that and feed me, and I think you’re almost too sweet to be allowed, then I remember I’m still stuffed full of your tentacle.” She sends me a coy glance from under her lashes. “I like knowing that you’re not all sweet.”
My cock kicks underwater, fully extended from its pocket. When I allowed Arielle to touch it earlier, I nearly shot my seed right there, rubbing against her palm. But even though she’s protected, I want to spill my cum inside her tonight. It’ll flood her pussy, and I’ll keep her locked to me until she’s full of it.
A low growl reverberates through the pool house, and I realize it’s me. I clear my throat to cover it up, but Arielle grins at me, so she must like it well enough. Maybe she enjoys me a little feral. I guess that plays into her wish to fuck a monster. But I can’t bring myself to exaggerate my traits for her—I want her to want me just as I am.
If that’s a fool’s wish, then I’m the most foolish kraken who ever lived.
“It’s still snowing,” she whispers, looking over my shoulder at the night outside.
I tighten my hold on her a tiny bit, sticking my suckers to her thighs. “Are you worried about getting home?”
She bites her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth.
“What is it?” I prompt her.
Her palms land on my chest, warm and soft. “Well, I was kind of hoping you’d invite me to stay the night?”
Wonder bursts through me, the feeling that she’s so fucking right exploding in my chest. I clasp her face between my hands and kiss her, devouring her mouth, gorging myself on her addictive taste. When we finally break away from each other, her lips are swollen from my kisses, red and puffy.
She laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes?”
